Lesson of loveCrossed between those who cannot think for themselves, and who can.What danger lurks behind those walls that even I cannot look behind? Though they are my own, they belong to my mind. I cannot see past them. Why does this seems so hard to deal with? I mean, you caused these things. You made my heart beat bruised and bloody. You built the dull brick walls that stand in my way. Why?I thought I was the one who could open you up. But it seems, the way I'm falling down now, that I never had a chance. I didn't have the strength to tear down your walls, when I thought I did. You had enough power over me to build these. How come I wasn't strong enough, when you were? Why did it hurt me so badly, yet leave you unscathed? Nothing makes sense, not even my heartbeat. It's irregular, without a tune to follow. No leading makes bleeding.Just like how you spoke. It was rough and smooth and cold and warm all at the same time. I couldn't finish analyzing it. Always changing and moving and switching a
Of course.Tears escape my eyesMaking my nose runnyMy checks are on fireAnd exhaustion is starting to take it's toll.Of course I thought I was differentOf course I thought I was an adultOf course I thought you were differentOf course I thought you would stayOf course I thought it wouldn't hurtOf course I was wrong.My mangled heartLay there on the floorYou glance at it coldlyAs if it were nothing.Worse, actually,You look at itAs if it were somethingThat wasn't worth your timeThat wasn't worth anything.Of course I thought you would careOf course I thought I could forgiveOf course I thought I could forgetOf course I thought you would apologizeOf course I thought you would regret thisOf course I was wrong.Naive meTurn to my fake truthsHold onto what I thought was thereNothing but dust around my heartMind constricts all that I thoughtWith one tag onto itWrong.Of course I thought you'd come backOf course I thought I could find youOf course I though
Just a sliceClear scars with a bloody mindTwisted into all sorts of timePain like love that holds me backBlack light that stands within.Always wondering where I'll end upAlways wondering who I'll beAlways wondering if I'll beAlways wondering if it's truly worth it.Because life hurts so muchBecause death is so insaneIs there any path in between?If there is, sign me up.Impossibly scaling heightsDiving into extreme lowsFalling into emotions that hurtSoaring above all that grabs.All that glittersIs never goldBecause when sunlightHits bloodI always see it shine.This life was never mine.
LeftoversPainted with painAnd written on with words like "insane"Scars spell, on my armsThings I always love to fall for.Red, black, blue are the paints that coat my woundsIn pure crimson, are the words that mark me crazyPink and white, are scars alight at my falling.Scratched into my brain are promises I never keptTwisted into my soul are the darkest of sinsBurned into my heart is the most passionate of loveThings that I will never change.Black and white are the scratches in my mindKnots and tangles are kept held tight in my soulRed and blacker is the love that longs to be freeSomethings are never meant to be.Paints and scratchesWords and knotsSpellings and burnsThat are waging a warInside this frail thing.These things will stand all tests of timeBlackness seizing it allFighting with battle scars open anewJust like bloody dayOnto unconscious night.Fire versus fireBlood always thicker than waterDarkness meaning more than lightBecause fire, blood and darknessHave tak
Chained by inkPenBe it purple, blue, blackOr any colorIt spews informationInspirationAmong the paper and the wordsIs an artist of writingAs if a bloodied wristAnd chains that constrictCouldn't stop the ink.It can be washed away.But it leaves it's own stain.Unlike so many others.Standing the test of timeBlurry and wet, perhaps,But full of shocks and swirls of ideasTrembling up your spinePain starts as you write longerFasterBlood mingles with inkYet you stillCannot stop.Because this inkIs your new chains.You can be washed awayBut you leave your own stain.
Starving ArtistLoneliest of street cornersBurnt by cigarette buds and trash firesThere is a soundThe sound of a quick pencilScraping paper.Poison and complicationsYou tortured starving artistOf hate and misfortune,It plagues all our lives.As you show your workingsTo those who could not care lessThey pass by with a disgusted glanceSeeing nothing but a failure.Compassion for nothingAlways leaving some sin upon youPassion that's waitingFor you to grow out of this.Flag that whips in the windPapers held down by stonesFire burning in your eyesEmpty cold streets alone.You're a starving artistWith no compassionNo passionIn any kind.People late at nightPass you byOne stops and asksIf anything is free to buy.Eyes alightAt your first costumerYou show him the selectionOnly to have himGrab a fistfulOf your sketchesAnd run.Oh starving artistOh starving artistYou were doomed from the startWith cold streets and fireYou can only hopeThat revenge doesn't take youInto